User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The War of Southsward/@comment-26538658-20151226150631/@comment-26538658-20151226203511

"Alright, I'm coming." he shoved his way past the vole, who looked ready to explode. "Goodness, he has so many ignorant and prejudiced things to say, he needs to say them to someone or he may die!" ''he thought to himself. So, they continued off and found their bunk. It was just barely long enough for Idunn, who's feet were pushing against the cold sassafras and rowan frame. Idunn was sure there was enough room for his small friend, and he asked him a queston he felt would be polite to ask. ''"Top or bottom? I'm too big for the bunks either way." ''an otter tapped him on the shoulder. ''"Might want t' take your blue cloak off, mate. Jotnar's soldiers wear purple, so ye may seem like a sympathizer. 'Ere, take these." ''he handed them both red cloaks. They had an insignia on them, that resembled an axe chopping a weed off a tree. ''"Tha's supposed t' represent us chopping th' strangling weed o' Jotnar's army off'n the tree, bein' Southsward. Th' name's Gledd, I was born in some holt on th' southernmost end o' Southsward. Anyhow, I don't think ye'll be gettin' any more o' a uniform than that. That is, if'n ye don't mind takin' the uniforms off corpses. Shrewbeast, yer uniforms new, sable, sorry, mate, yers belonged t' a sea otter friend o' mine. His was the only one that could probably come close t' yer size. He died two days ago, I washed it since, but... anyhow, I best be leavin' ye t' yer packin'. Ye only git one sheet an' one blanket, so best cover up with yer cloak too."